According to Sam

I love Facebook. Love it. Through the magic of social networking I have reconnected with old friends, kept abreast of what's new with family, and spent waaaaaaayyy too much time taking quizzes with titles like "What 80's Movie Are You?" and "Where should you be living?" A few days ago I dragged Sam into the quizzing melee by taking one where you ask your kids questions about yourself. His answers were surprisingly accurate at times and hilariously funny at others.

Q: How old is your mom?
A: Ten

Q: What is your mom good at?
A: Some special things that are neat like tracks and cooking (I think he means I'm good at putting together toy train tracks)

Q: What is your mom not very good at?
A: Giving spankings (with all the practice I get you'd think I'd be an expert!)

He surprised me by remembering that my favorite food is spaghetti and by saying the "Being nice" is what makes me happy while "Being ugly" is what makes me sad. He's referring to his own behavior there, I think, because I've told him plenty of times how sad it makes me when he misbehaves. Who'd have thought he was listening?!

According to Sam, my favorite thing to do is give hugs, and my job is to cook. I sleep when he's not around (too true) and like to tickle him to make him laugh (also true; he is THE most ticklish kid ever). Oh, and my favorite place to go on vacation is. . . the mall.

I guess he knows me better than I think!

Get well soon, Ellen

My baby girl has a nasty stomach bug. Fever, diarrhea, vomiting. . . oh yeah, we're having all kinds of fun at Chaos Castle today. But there have been a couple of bright spots. Lots of snuggles, for one. Snuggles are great no matter what the circumstances.

And then there is the get well soon wish we got from Nana. I texted her the news that Ellen isn't feeling well, and this is what we got back:

"Dear Ellen, feel better soon. Love, 'Tubble'" (that's ellen-speak for Trouble, the dog's name)

How can she NOT feel better after that?